City Lord's Mansion, rear courtyard.
Blood-red twilight, like a gauze veil, gently spilled across every inch of the ground. Ancient trees towered within the courtyard, their branches and leaves rustling in the breeze. Crystal-clear dewdrops clung to every leaf, reflecting dazzling, rainbow-hued halos.
Beneath a green willow stood a Stone Platform. Dao Patterns continually flickered across it, faintly emitting a warm, lustrous glow that completely enveloped Fang Lan. This was where the young girl practiced her sword every day.
Fang Lan wore a moon-white fitted martial outfit, its hem dancing in the wind. A pale blue silk ribbon was tied around her waist, delicate spirit patterns embroidered along its end occasionally flashing with a faint glow that spoke of its extraordinary nature. Her figure was graceful yet carried a stubborn resilience. Her dark hair was tied high, with several loose strands hanging beside her fair cheeks, making her picturesque brows and eyes all the more striking. Yet at this moment, her eyes were tightly shut, while fierce sword intent surged around her in waves.
Fang Lan's talent in the sword was indeed exceptional, but her cultivation talent itself was merely ordinary. Left with no alternative, Immortal Master Ziyue had devised a secret method to nurture Fang Lan's body, allowing her to withstand the comprehension of powerful sword intent.
The method was simple, but it was remarkably effective.
A moment later.
The girl abruptly opened her eyes and soared into the air, drawing her sword in one smooth motion. The instant the blade emerged, lightning radiance burst forth in all directions. As though sensing its master's resolve, the sword gave a clear, pleasant cry. Fang Lan lightly tapped her feet, her body gliding like a swallow to the center of a giant boulder. She assumed her opening stance and held her